Xena - My Story, Part 12 By Love My Muscles If you have comments, please email them to covert.1@hotmail.com attention, Love My Muscles, thanks. I had no idea what was in store in St. Thomas. I had heard about the fabulous shopping, but my shore excursion proved to be more than just shopping and sightseeing. It was nice I could share it all with two new friends. ****************************************************************************** ******************** The ship docked in Charlotte-Amalie, St. Thomas and Tiffani, Linda and I went ashore to visit the shops. Jack, Raymond and Jason had decided last night to go on a snorkeling tour that was offered by the ship. We said good-bye to our boyfriends and husbands, leaving them with the rest of the snorkelers in the ships lounge awaiting the ships tenders that would take them to the large catamaran anchored off our cruise ship. Linda, Tiffani and I disembarked and we walked along the dock heading for the shops on Front Street. The weather was clear and warm, with little humidity, a perfect day in St. Thomas. Other passengers from the ship strolled into town past fishermen on the dock. As we strolled, Linda made the comment, "You sure get a lot of attention, Xena." I smiled and said, "Really? Maybe they're looking at you, Linda, that outfit is sure to draw attention." It was true, Linda, who I figured is in her mid-forties looked great in a pair of white jean shorts and a baby-blue bikini top. Her tan legs a nice contrast to the white of the shorts. Tiffani had on a T-shirt and shorts as did I, however, Tiffani also had on a bikini top under her shirt. "I just thought some of these fishermen might want to be your slave, or subordinate as you call them," Linda said, as we neared the intersection of the pier and Front Street. "Not every man is attracted to women with muscles or wants to be dominated," I said, "but I've gotten pretty good at telling which men and women do." "What about that one, Xena?" Tiffani asked, nodding to a man standing behind a push cart selling soft drinks and ice cream. I glanced at the man who was handing an ice cream bar to a man from our ship. "I don't think so," I said, "but I'll let the two of you know when I see one." We walked by a curio shop, a sidewalk caf', toy store and came to a small boutique. "Let's look in here," Tiffani said, and opened the door. We stepped through and at first I thought the shop was deserted, but a young girl, late teens or early twenties came through the beaded curtain at the back of the shop. "May I help you ladies?" she asked. "We're just browsing," Linda said, as we separated; Tiffani looking in a jewelry case while Linda began looking at blouses on a nearby rack. "My name is Diana," the sales girl said, "If you have any questions, just let me know." Tiffani and Linda mumbled a 'thanks.' "Did you have anything special in mind," the attractive brunette asked me. She was petite with freckles across the bridge of her nose and wore jeans and an off-the-shoulder peasant top. "No, I'm not looking for anything special," I said, "but do you have bathing suits?" She smiled and said, "Of course. Right this way," and lead me to the back of the store. "Most of our suits are custom made locally," she said, "so they are one of a kind. We also sell the tops and bottoms separately so the fit will be great." I began browsing through the suits. Tiffani called to the sales clerk from the front of the store, and the girl said "Excuse me," and touched my forearm before going to see what Tiffani wanted. I glanced at the front of the store and caught Linda's eye. She stopped browsing and came to where I was. "You asked earlier about how I knew who wanted to be dominated, well," I said, "the sales clerk does." Linda looked from me to the front of the store where she was removing something from a showcase to show Tiffani. Diana glanced up to see Linda and I looking her way and smiled. Tiffani handed whatever it was she was looking at back to the girl who took it and put it back in the showcase. The Tiffani and Diana walked back to where Linda and I were standing. "Do you see anything you like?" Diana asked me. I looked down at the girl, and then glanced at Linda just before I wrapped my arms around the sales girl. I kissed her lips and held her close, feeling her tongue in my mouth. I stole a glance at Linda and Tiffani who both stood rooted in place with their mouth open. When we parted I said, "Yes, yes I do see something I like." She looked up and smiled. I reached down and pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her small firm breasts. I traced a circle around her areola with my index finger, watching as her nipple stiffened, and then said to Linda, "Suck her tit." Linda's eyes widened and she said, "Wh-what?" I said again, "Suck her tit, Linda, you know you want to." Diana turned toward Linda, a bit of a pout on her face. Linda looked between me and the shop girl and then slowly lowered her lips to Diana's perky nipple. I looked at Tiffani who was watching Linda and Diana and said, "Take her other breast." Tiffani didn't hesitate, but moved to the girls opposite side and greedily suckled her breast. As the two women were busy with Diana's breasts, she watched as I raised my arms in a double bicep pose. Watching my two friends sucking greedily was making me hot. I relaxed and then crossed my arms in front of me, expanding my trapezius muscles. I could feel the material of my T-shirt being pulled tight across my back and shoulders. Once more I worked my muscles and then I heard the faint rip of material. I continued to shrug my shoulders and flex until, at last, the material reached the limit it could stretch. Grasping the T-shirt by the neck, I tore the remnants from my body, leaving my upper torso exposed. Diana's eyes widened as she looked at my muscles. I love to show them off and today was no exception. Now it was my turn to ask, "Do you see anything you like?" Diana smiled and then nodded, licking her lips. My clit was getting hard. I unsnapped my shorts and allowed them to drop to the floor. With a slight nudge, I pushed Tiffani and Linda from Diana's chest and said softly, "Take my cock, I need to climax." Diana looked down at my engorged clit and sank to her knees. She placed a hand on each of my buttocks and took me orally. Linda and Tiffani could only watch in awe as I thrust my hips, riding Diana's face. My panting increased as I neared orgasm and I exploded, sending a steady stream of my juices into her mouth. "Ahh," I exclaimed as she drained me. "Take it all, baby," I said as she lapped at my shrinking clit. Diana slowly stood up, dabbing at the corner of her mouth. "What was that?" Linda said softly, still looking at my now flaccid clit. I laughed lightly and said, "I call that my 'she-cock'," I said, and lifted its head with the nail on my forefinger. "When I get turned on, like watching the two of you service Diana, my clit gets hard, that's all." "Well, yeah," Tiffani said, "but that's a monster, you're bigger than some men I've been with." I smiled and said, "I know, I'm well-endowed with a big clit. I love to play with it and I'm lucky to be able to make love to a man or a woman." "You've done that," Linda asked, "made love to a woman with your 'she-cock'?" "Oh, yes," I said, "and no one has complained yet," and then laughed. "Amazing," Linda said in conclusion. "I think I will need a new T-shirt," I said to Diana as I pulled up my shorts and snapped them. "Certainly," Diana said, "And did you see a swimsuit that you liked?" I pulled a top from the top rack and a bottom from the bottom rack. "I'll take these," I said. "And for you, ladies?" Diana asked Tiffani and Linda, and then added, "They're on me." We all looked at each other. Linda and Tiffani selected swimsuits and we spent the next half hour trying them on. Finally satisfied, we checked out having only to pay for my T-shirt. "Really, you don't have to do that, Diana," I said, "I don't want the shop owner to get upset and fire you." She looked at me a moment and then said, "I'm the shop owner. This is my place. I've had it now for the last two years." "But you're so young," I said. She laughed lightly and said, "I get that a lot, but I took over for my mom who passed away two years ago." "Well, thank you for the swimsuits and taking care of my need to climax," I said. "No, it's me who should thank you, all of you," Diana said, "for turning an otherwise boring day into something special." "Before we go," Tiffani said, "Is there a shop that sells tanzanite jewelry?" "There is," Diana said, "but it's a bit of a walk," and she gave us directions, and then added, "Tell Marco that Diana sent you." "We will," Tiffani said, and we left. Diana was right, it was a bit of a walk to the jewelry store that sold tanzanite, but we stopped at several shops along the way, had a bite to eat and caught a great view of Charlotte-Amalie harbor from a low hill. We arrived at Marco's Jewelry and were buzzed through a security gate. "Hello, and welcome to Marco's, I'm Marco, how may I be of help?" Tiffani said, "I'm looking for a tanzanite ring, do you have any?" "Certainly, miss, please, this showcase here," Marco said. I noticed that even though Marco was helping Tiffani, he kept a watchful eye on Linda and me. 'I guess in the jewelry business, one can never be too cautious,' I thought. Linda and I browsed the showcases. I found a ruby pendant that seemed to catch the light, its deep red glistening in the sunlight through the barred windows. Linda also seemed to find something that held her interest. Marco, finished with Tiffani, said to me, "And what may I show you, miss?" "I'd like to see this ruby pendant," I said. "Excellent choice, the stone is flawless and picks up the light beautifully. With your dark coloring, it will look lovely around your neck." It did and it came with a chain, although perhaps a little too dainty for me. I selected a heavier chain and had Marco attach the pendant. Linda made her purchase, a pair of diamond studs. Marco was in the process of writing up Tiffani's order when I said, "Diana said we should mention her name. She gave us directions to your shop." Marco smiled and said, "That was kind of my niece, I'll give you a 20% break, how's that? I trust she treated you well?" "She did, her service was certainly appreciated," I said. He looked at me and cocked his head but didn't ask what I meant by that. "We better get back to the ship," Linda said looking at her watch. Our transactions complete, we left Marco's and headed back to the port. We hadn't gone hundred yards when a taxi pulled over and the driver rolled the passenger window down. "Do you ladies need a lift," he asked. The man had dreadlocks and a Jamaican beanie on his head. "We do," Linda said quickly and both she and Tiffani climbed into the rear seat. I opened the passenger door and sat down placing my bags between my feet. "Where to?" the driver asked. "The harbor," Linda said, "we have a ship to catch." We could see from our vantage point that ours was the only ship berthed. The driver pulled away from the shoulder of the road. "I just have to make one quick stop for some gas, but I'll have you back to the ship with time to spare," the driver said. The fact that we didn't have to walk back did save us some time. "That's fine," Tiffani said, "but please hurry; we don't want the ship to take off without us." "Not to worry, miss," he said as he pulled in to a shabby gas station that had two pumps. He got out and walked to the rear of the car. "I hope this doesn't take long," Linda said. What didn't take long was for the man to point a gun at me through my open window. "Get out," he said, "and leave the packages and your purses in the car." Another man opened the back door for Linda, just behind me. He also had a gun. I opened the door and as I swung my legs out, I said, "You're making a big mistake." He chuckled and said, "I don't think so, lady." "Please, please don't hurt us," Linda said as she stepped from the vehicle. The driver who had a gun on me was momentarily distracted, trying to keep track of three women. This left me with only a few seconds, but as I stood up, I grabbed his wrist snapping it instantly. He let out a scream, and dropped his gun. I didn't bother to take the time to pick it up, but kicked it toward the front of the car. The back door was between the second gunman and me. Linda quickly moved to the back of the car as I slammed the back door into the second gunman. Caught by surprise, he too dropped his gun; however his big mistake was bending over to pick it up. That's when I slammed the car door into his head. "Bring that bastard into the station," I told Linda and Tiffani, who had come around to Linda's side of the car. The two women picked up the second gunman, Linda taking his feet and Tiffani his arms. I carried the driver over my shoulder and kicked in the door to the gas station. The inside was dusty and dirty. It hadn't been used for quite some time. 'Probably replaced by a bigger, newer station closer to town,' I thought. "Please, let us go, we wouldn't have hurt you," the man pleaded. "Shut up!" I said, and I backhanded him across the jaw. I pulled up at the last second but I know I loosened a few teeth. He moaned with pain. I dropped the man onto a straight back chair. "Put that guy over there on the desk," I said, and they laid him on top of a sturdy oak desk. "Should we call the police," Tiffani asked about to pick up the phone on the desk. "Leave it," I said, "I'll deal with these two." "We don't have long," Linda said. "Then, unfortunately, I'll have to make this quick," I said, "You two can wait outside if you want." They looked at each other and then Linda said, "We'll stay," and Tiffani nodded in agreement. I walked back to the man who was slumped in the chair and grabbed a handful of hair. I backhanded him on the other side of his jaw. This time I didn't pull my slap and a tooth flew from the corner of his mouth, landing on the floor. The next blow I delivered was a jab to the nose which broke it instantly. Blood spurted and I told him, "You make a mess, asshole, you have to clean it up," and I released his hair and he fell out of the chair landing on the dirty floor face down. I looked down at him and kicked him in the ribs. I knew I had broken several. I looked at the man on the desk who was just beginning to wake up. I grabbed the front of his button down shirt and his belt and lifted him about two feet off the desk, and then slammed his body down on the wooden surface. "Ugh," he said loudly, his eyes blinking open. "No, lady, please," he said, "You've broke my back." I smiled down at him and said, "That's too bad, creep, that's not all I'm going to break," I said and I balled my fist and hammered it down on his nearest kneecap. I felt bone break and the man shrieked with pain. I looked over at Tiffani and Linda who were now standing with their arms around each other watching the carnage. I chuckled and turned my attention back to the man on the desk that was trying to roll into a fetal position, but having trouble moving. I grabbed a finger from his right hand and snapped the bone back toward the top of his wrist. He cried out in pain. "One down and nine to go," I said. "No, no, please, no more, I beg of you," he pleaded. Again, I lifted him by his shirt and belt and threw him on the top of the desk. This time a crack appeared in the desk top. The man lay motionless, out cold. I gave the man on the desk a short jab in the ribs, breaking several, but he didn't cry out. I looked at my two accomplices and said, "What do you think, have they had enough?" "Ye-yes," Linda said and Tiffani only nodded. I smiled at them and said, "I'd love to have more time to play, but I suppose we better be going." I reached down and picked the driver up by the shirt collar and the belt and lifted him over my head. The two women's eyes went wide with the realization of what I was about to do. I threw the man across the room and he crashed into empty metal shelving. His body and shelving crumbled to the floor. Blood trickled from his mouth and broken nose and he had a nasty gash on the side of his head where he had impacted the shelving. "Ready, girls?" I asked and they looked from the destroyed men to me and Linda said, "What's going to happen to them?" "They'll be found, bleed out or crawl out of this rat's nest, but that's of little concern for us, we have a ship to catch," I said. I drove the cab to Diana's and parked out front. "I need to get a new top," I said, "wait here." I ran in, gave Diana a kiss on the lips and stripped off the blood splattered T-shirt. "Burn this," I told her as I selected another from the rack of shirts. As I turned to go I noticed a woman between the racks of clothing watching us intently. I smiled and kissed Diana again, being sure to give the customer a good view of me cupping Diana's breast beneath her peasant blouse. Back in the cab, we parked in a 'No Parking' zone and ran down the pier with our purchases where the final passengers were boarding. On board the three of us went to our respective cabins to clean up for dinner. I could feel the ship getting under way as I entered my cabin. "How was it?" Jack asked. I sat my bags on the vanity and turned to him and said, "I'll tell you over dinner, but right now I want you inside me and then we'll clean up and go to dinner, I'm famished." I wore a short black silk dress and three-inch pumps to dinner that night along with my newly acquired ruby pendant. It had been a marvelous day of shopping, sex and beating the crap out of two worthless men. I just wish I would have had more time to spend with them. After dinner and listening to the men tell their stories about sharks, sea turtles and one female passenger who lost her bathing suit top, when asked about our day, Tiffani and Linda looked at me and I merely said, "You probably wouldn't believe the day we had if I told you, but all I can say is, shopping is hell." The two girls laughed. I knew Jack would believe my story when I told him tonight, but for now, that would have to wait. To be continued ...